I was 15. It was the perfect summer night. Clear skies, and a million stars. Some girlfriends of mine were headed out to a party and invited me. As a 15 year old girl who was always running to a volleyball practice here or a softball game there, I was elated to join the ranks of not only upperclassmen, but a party to boot. Fantastic, I was in.
We drove across town and the second I walked into the door I retreated to my shy self. I became a wallflower and breathed in the experience through listening instead of speaking up. I don't know how the next thing happened, but before I knew it I found myself sitting outside with an extremely inebriated guy. I was stone cold sober, and he was slurring words I only wish I could understand. I didn't speak with many boys at this age, but I was making an honest attempt. To be honest, it was the most attention I had ever received from a boy. My blinders were up, and my subconscious was flooding my head: "Oh my god, he's totally into me. How cool is that?!"
Out of nowhere, he leaned over the side of the stairs we were sitting on, and proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach all over the lawn. I was speechless, and so was my subconscious. I did the first thing that came to mind, and started rubbing his back, saying it was alright. He started sobbing (what I now know to be the "drunken manic sob session"). I felt horrible. He kept going on and on about how horrible he felt for getting so wasted, blah blah blah.
The next thing I knew, his tongue was being forced down my throat. You guessed it, the same tongue that was JUST spewing EVERYWHERE found itself groping the inside of my mouth.
The night ended shortly after. I will never forget my first kiss no matter how hard I've tried. Who makes out with someone who was JUST puking? That's right, this chick does.